I am staring at the ceiling waiting for the night to pass. I'm too distracted by the thought of you to be able to rest. I am yearning for the tapping of your fingers on my chest, and the warmth we'd be creating with our intertwining hands. There's this way you tell your tales of which I cannot get enough. Now, this evergrowing silence is making everything feel rough. Darling you are an addiction, I'm showing symptoms of withdrawal. If I'm not with you, then I don't feel like I am alive at all. When you laid out your troubles on the table, I wanted to consume them, shower you in affection. You lit me up, but now that I burn out like the smoulder of your cigarette. There’s a burden on my end, it's the things I haven’t said. Everyday is an eternity when you're not by my side. Now, there's an overwhelming sadness against which I need to fight. And despite the fact that you've been telling me to move along, every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one. Every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one, every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one. Every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one, every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one. Every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one, every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one. Every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one, every fibre of my being is telling me that you're the one.